Shame

Stumbling 
Clinging to the misery  
Of a few words  
That cut my chest   
Tapped at my ego
and bruised my brain
I stood facing the shame
Wet with tears
Head to foot 
Clothed in white guilt 
Silent fists pounding me
Pushing back I tried  
To unwrap the ribbons of fear
That colored the space between us 

Words

Words are swords
or pillows
to rest or scream
With on your quest
they wake your mind
change a moment
Or touch a desperate day

The words you say drift
the ones you don't say
are staining my shirt
as I pull my hair
with the itch
in waiting
patiently for your voice

Speak your truth
open your mouth blindly
to those you love
or your trapped honesty
will cut
the powerful words
where peace is blanketed.

WET GARDENS

Drops of pressure
tip bended leaves
a turn of
rainfall massaging
the curls of nature
walking in the shadows
of raindrops I hear oxygen
breathing from the trees
bugs lick the stones
in the hum
of this sweet damp air
straws of pink light
press the clouds
and at the smell
of silence
lays in the grass.

Your Voice

Wiggling
Shifting in the chair
I inched closer to a thought
I had lost
I think it was your voice
Tinkling
Calling my brain
to a soft place I loved
Where birds spoke to me
And I wrote poetry in a closet
You always
Lift me on clouds of philosophy
And contemplative wings
Where I drift
Closer to my creativity
And hear my own voice.

In the Morning Light

There is a gesture

touching spring today

I worship the energy

that spills over me

watch the sunlight

walking in the trees

lathering the future

in this feeling.

Waves

I am very close
to the ocean's spell
The waves kiss the beach
pull my feet in the swell

The force of time
connects us in song
I drink the energy
Splashing in step along

It calls the birds
And shapes a beach form
The ocean tide
has a wisdom of it's own.

LINE

You drew the line close to my heart
As my hemline broke
I winked as the wrinkle lines are deeper
And I want to memorize the line in your song

Lines that define
Lines that magnify
Imaginary lines
Emergency lines

I drew a line in the sand
And started jumping toward my shadow
Outlined in the sun
And then the ocean stole the line

Quotes from Chagall and Kandinsky

CHAGALL

"The psyche should go into the paint."

"In art, as in life, everything is possible if it is leased in love."

"Colour is the pulse of a work of art."

MARC CHAGALL (1887 – 1985) was a famous Russian artist, painter and print maker of lithographs; he created moreover several glass windows. His main motifs came from Jewish life (a.o. The Fiddler’) he experienced in his youth in Vitebsk, in Russia.

KANDINSKY

There is no form, there is nothing in the world which says nothing. Often – it is true – the message does not reach our soul, either because it has no meaning in and for itself, or – as is more likely – because it has not been conveyed to the right place… …Every serious work rings inwardly, like the calm and dignified words: ‘Here I am!’

* ”Concerning the spiritual in Art”, Wassily Kandinsky, Munich, 1911 (Russian painter, co-founder of ‘Blaue Reiter’ and famous for his book ‘Spiritual in art’, his series ‘Improvisations’ and Murnau landscapes)

MY BOOK OF POETRY FOR CHILDREN

I self published book of poetry for my grandchildren in December 2011. WITH A POEM YOU"RE NOT ALONE. I was inspired by my 2 year old grandchild Ava, her brother Jack and her cousin Claire. My life has come full circle with the birth of these grandchildren and sharing life through their eyes. I am excited to present this book to the world. Thank you to my daughter Sarah, my daugher-in-law Lara and Kim for their encouragement. The full book link will be posted soon.